Harry Potter and the Wizard's Granddaughter
Chapter Seven: The Young Goddess
Author's Note: Who is Olivia Gardener? Is she really the saboteur? Why are all these things happening? THIS IS THE PART WHERE YOU FIND OUT! Well, most of the answers are provided. Also, PLEASE REVIEW!!!
Most of this part is dialogue between Trait and Olivia. It might get boring, but please read it carefully. A lot is explained here.
Harry stared in shock as Olivia merely smiled at Trait. Both of them raised their wands slowly, not wanting to alarm the other.
And then, the battle began.
Harry had never seen a real Wizard's duel before, but he knew what was happening. The rapid exchange of spells was breathtaking. Both Olivia and Professor Trait seemed to have some sort of shield around them, blocking out most spells.
"Stupefy!" Olivia shouted, holding her wand in front of her with both hands. Trait's shield held up against it, and she immediately returned with "Petrificus Totaliarus!"
The battle was only a few moments long, though it seemed to last forever. Harry tried to push through the barrier he was behind- what he was going to do or who he was going to help he didn't know- but he was trapped. Finally, Trait summoned up all her strength, and yelled, "Ignis Borealis!"
The room was filled with flames immediately. The very air seemed to be on fire, and Harry heard Olivia yelp as a wave of heat, ten times worse than the Divination classroom fires, flooded the room.
It died away a moment later, and Harry, after blinking rapidly for a moment, was able to make out Olivia standing frozen with fear in a ring of fire. The flames around her were only waist high, but that was enough to completely trap the girl.
Olivia stared at Trait, hatred in her eyes. But her words surprised Harry: "So, are you under the Imperius Curse, or are you just death-eater scum like the rest?"
"Wait a minute!" Ron exclaimed. "I thought-"
"Oh, shut your trap, Ron," Hermione snapped.
Trait ignored Olivia and turned to Harry. "Finally," she said slowly, "I can kill you without any interference." She raised her wand.
Harry suddenly remembered the dream, and knew what was about to happen. Even though time didn't slow down as it had while Harry was sleeping, the exact same events transpired.
"Avada Kedavra!" Trait hissed, pointing her wand at Harry.
The green jet shot out at him, and moments later…
It rebounded somehow. He felt cold fingers wrap around his heart for a split second, and his vision turned red. Then, he was back to normal, and watching the deadly green light hit Olivia in the chest.
She took a step back as it hit her, then recovered, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"What the hell?" Trait ejaculated, snapping her gaze from Harry to Olivia.
"You can't kill him without killing me first," Olivia said firmly. She reached back to her neck, and pulled out a long chain she was wearing like a necklace. On the necklace was a strange pendant: two silver bars about the thickness of Harry's index finger in an X, held together by a thick golden band.
Trait turned to Olivia. "Who the hell are you?"
Olivia gave her a cocky smile. "The Ministry of Magic calls me the 'Young Goddess.'"
Trait swore. "So, Dumbledore himself couldn't be here this year. All the precautions I took to make sure his influence didn't reach here, and he sidesteps it all by sending his own granddaughter. Selene Marie Dumbledore. Well, well, well." Trait gave her a nasty smile. "Wait until Lord Voldemort hears that not only have I killed Harry Potter, but I have captured Dumbledore's weak link."
Harry and Ron both stared open-mouthed at Olivia. No, Selene. It suddenly clicked together in Harry's mind: THAT'S what her eyes had reminded him of! He had seen Dumbledore's eyes gleam and glare in the exact same way. Why hadn't he seen it before? Without her glasses, her eyes were a perfect match to the old Headmaster's.
"I wouldn't be fast to judge her as a weak link," Hermione called to the woman.
Harry snapped his head around to stare at Hermione. "You knew?"
"Yes, I knew," Hermione said in annoyance.
Trait folded her arms. "Well, this is serendipitous, but not exactly helpful. Lord Voldemort ordered me to kill the boy there, but would be very angry at me if I killed Selene Dumbledore when I had her in my grasp."
Olivia raised her head proudly. "If you kill Harry, I'll die too. My Grandfather has appointed me his Soul-Guard, by the power of this pendant."
"Damn." Trait stomped her foot, and turned as if to exit the room. She whirled back around. "You know, Lord Voldemort may decide that killing Potter is worth your puny life."
Olivia seemed about to jump forward, but she stopped at the edge of the ring of flames, and backed up a bit. "And I might decide that dying would be better protection than living."
"Just what do you mean by that?" Trait asked, stalking back over to Olivia.
"I mean that the last time someone tried to kill Harry and an innocent got in the way, he was given protection beyond anything Voldemort could comprehend." Olivia smiled. Again, that smile that wasn't really a smile, more a grim way of telling that she knew she was right.
Trait froze as she took in this information. "Damn you!" She suddenly wrenched forward, through the flaming prison she had created. Olivia hadn't been expecting this; she didn't dodge in time. Harry barely saw the torchlight flash of something made of shiny steel…
Trait stomped through the door, slamming it behind her. As it closed, it disappeared: only cold stone walls were left where the only entrance or exit had been.
And Olivia… He watched, sickened, as Olivia clutched her shoulder. The jeweled hilt of a knife was sticking out from her shoulder blade, and a scarlet stain was slowly spreading across her shirt.
The moment Trait had left, both the fire barrier and the one containing Harry and his friends disappeared. Hermione rushed forward to help Olivia as the small girl, now looking more helpless than powerful, sank to her knees, tears running down her cheeks and mingling with the blood staining her neck and arm…
Author's Note: Hiya! Boy, big surprise, right? Well, next chapter, we find out EXACTLY who she is, why she's here, etc. Also, Malfoy comes into play! "YAY!"
Tune in next time, for Chapter Eight!
Chapter Seven: The Young Goddess
Author's Note: Who is Olivia Gardener? Is she really the saboteur? Why are all these things happening? THIS IS THE PART WHERE YOU FIND OUT! Well, most of the answers are provided. Also, PLEASE REVIEW!!!
Most of this part is dialogue between Trait and Olivia. It might get boring, but please read it carefully. A lot is explained here.
Harry stared in shock as Olivia merely smiled at Trait. Both of them raised their wands slowly, not wanting to alarm the other.
And then, the battle began.
Harry had never seen a real Wizard's duel before, but he knew what was happening. The rapid exchange of spells was breathtaking. Both Olivia and Professor Trait seemed to have some sort of shield around them, blocking out most spells.
"Stupefy!" Olivia shouted, holding her wand in front of her with both hands. Trait's shield held up against it, and she immediately returned with "Petrificus Totaliarus!"
The battle was only a few moments long, though it seemed to last forever. Harry tried to push through the barrier he was behind- what he was going to do or who he was going to help he didn't know- but he was trapped. Finally, Trait summoned up all her strength, and yelled, "Ignis Borealis!"
The room was filled with flames immediately. The very air seemed to be on fire, and Harry heard Olivia yelp as a wave of heat, ten times worse than the Divination classroom fires, flooded the room.
It died away a moment later, and Harry, after blinking rapidly for a moment, was able to make out Olivia standing frozen with fear in a ring of fire. The flames around her were only waist high, but that was enough to completely trap the girl.
Olivia stared at Trait, hatred in her eyes. But her words surprised Harry: "So, are you under the Imperius Curse, or are you just death-eater scum like the rest?"
"Wait a minute!" Ron exclaimed. "I thought-"
"Oh, shut your trap, Ron," Hermione snapped.
Trait ignored Olivia and turned to Harry. "Finally," she said slowly, "I can kill you without any interference." She raised her wand.
Harry suddenly remembered the dream, and knew what was about to happen. Even though time didn't slow down as it had while Harry was sleeping, the exact same events transpired.
"Avada Kedavra!" Trait hissed, pointing her wand at Harry.
The green jet shot out at him, and moments later…
It rebounded somehow. He felt cold fingers wrap around his heart for a split second, and his vision turned red. Then, he was back to normal, and watching the deadly green light hit Olivia in the chest.
She took a step back as it hit her, then recovered, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"What the hell?" Trait ejaculated, snapping her gaze from Harry to Olivia.
"You can't kill him without killing me first," Olivia said firmly. She reached back to her neck, and pulled out a long chain she was wearing like a necklace. On the necklace was a strange pendant: two silver bars about the thickness of Harry's index finger in an X, held together by a thick golden band.
Trait turned to Olivia. "Who the hell are you?"
Olivia gave her a cocky smile. "The Ministry of Magic calls me the 'Young Goddess.'"
Trait swore. "So, Dumbledore himself couldn't be here this year. All the precautions I took to make sure his influence didn't reach here, and he sidesteps it all by sending his own granddaughter. Selene Marie Dumbledore. Well, well, well." Trait gave her a nasty smile. "Wait until Lord Voldemort hears that not only have I killed Harry Potter, but I have captured Dumbledore's weak link."
Harry and Ron both stared open-mouthed at Olivia. No, Selene. It suddenly clicked together in Harry's mind: THAT'S what her eyes had reminded him of! He had seen Dumbledore's eyes gleam and glare in the exact same way. Why hadn't he seen it before? Without her glasses, her eyes were a perfect match to the old Headmaster's.
"I wouldn't be fast to judge her as a weak link," Hermione called to the woman.
Harry snapped his head around to stare at Hermione. "You knew?"
"Yes, I knew," Hermione said in annoyance.
Trait folded her arms. "Well, this is serendipitous, but not exactly helpful. Lord Voldemort ordered me to kill the boy there, but would be very angry at me if I killed Selene Dumbledore when I had her in my grasp."
Olivia raised her head proudly. "If you kill Harry, I'll die too. My Grandfather has appointed me his Soul-Guard, by the power of this pendant."
"Damn." Trait stomped her foot, and turned as if to exit the room. She whirled back around. "You know, Lord Voldemort may decide that killing Potter is worth your puny life."
Olivia seemed about to jump forward, but she stopped at the edge of the ring of flames, and backed up a bit. "And I might decide that dying would be better protection than living."
"Just what do you mean by that?" Trait asked, stalking back over to Olivia.
"I mean that the last time someone tried to kill Harry and an innocent got in the way, he was given protection beyond anything Voldemort could comprehend." Olivia smiled. Again, that smile that wasn't really a smile, more a grim way of telling that she knew she was right.
Trait froze as she took in this information. "Damn you!" She suddenly wrenched forward, through the flaming prison she had created. Olivia hadn't been expecting this; she didn't dodge in time. Harry barely saw the torchlight flash of something made of shiny steel…
Trait stomped through the door, slamming it behind her. As it closed, it disappeared: only cold stone walls were left where the only entrance or exit had been.
And Olivia… He watched, sickened, as Olivia clutched her shoulder. The jeweled hilt of a knife was sticking out from her shoulder blade, and a scarlet stain was slowly spreading across her shirt.
The moment Trait had left, both the fire barrier and the one containing Harry and his friends disappeared. Hermione rushed forward to help Olivia as the small girl, now looking more helpless than powerful, sank to her knees, tears running down her cheeks and mingling with the blood staining her neck and arm…
Author's Note: Hiya! Boy, big surprise, right? Well, next chapter, we find out EXACTLY who she is, why she's here, etc. Also, Malfoy comes into play! "YAY!"
Tune in next time, for Chapter Eight!